| Song | Reach For The Throat |
| Artist | Trance to the Sun |
| Album | Atrocious Virgin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Our mary is veiled in blue | |
| Slitting her throat with a crude razor | |
| I'm watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep | |
| They're feeding me cobwebs | |
| They're keeping me silent | |
| I'm in a black mood | |
| I'm in a very black mood | |
| And I've watched Mary for days | |
| Running through fields | |
| Fields of black ashes | |
| She's in white and always in shadow | |
| The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains | |
| They're in my throat… | |
| Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don't exist | |
| (which can be very tiresome) | |
| It puts me in a black mood | |
| We're mad as hell hounds | |
| Laughing like jackals chasing after cars | |
| I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out | |
| And Michael looks at me | |
| His eyes all white | |
| The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths | |
| Vomit blood | |
| And he stares | |
| But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that don't even exist? | |
| I could lie here for days watching Mary | |
| (but I would get so bored) | |
| She stamped “Evidence” in red all over everything I do |
| Our mary is veiled in blue | |
| Slitting her throat with a crude razor | |
| I' m watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep | |
| They' re feeding me cobwebs | |
| They' re keeping me silent | |
| I' m in a black mood | |
| I' m in a very black mood | |
| And I' ve watched Mary for days | |
| Running through fields | |
| Fields of black ashes | |
| She' s in white and always in shadow | |
| The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains | |
| They' re in my throat | |
| Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don' t exist | |
| which can be very tiresome | |
| It puts me in a black mood | |
| We' re mad as hell hounds | |
| Laughing like jackals chasing after cars | |
| I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out | |
| And Michael looks at me | |
| His eyes all white | |
| The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths | |
| Vomit blood | |
| And he stares | |
| But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that don' t even exist? | |
| I could lie here for days watching Mary | |
| but I would get so bored | |
| She stamped " Evidence" in red all over everything I do |
| Our mary is veiled in blue | |
| Slitting her throat with a crude razor | |
| I' m watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep | |
| They' re feeding me cobwebs | |
| They' re keeping me silent | |
| I' m in a black mood | |
| I' m in a very black mood | |
| And I' ve watched Mary for days | |
| Running through fields | |
| Fields of black ashes | |
| She' s in white and always in shadow | |
| The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains | |
| They' re in my throat | |
| Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don' t exist | |
| which can be very tiresome | |
| It puts me in a black mood | |
| We' re mad as hell hounds | |
| Laughing like jackals chasing after cars | |
| I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out | |
| And Michael looks at me | |
| His eyes all white | |
| The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths | |
| Vomit blood | |
| And he stares | |
| But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that don' t even exist? | |
| I could lie here for days watching Mary | |
| but I would get so bored | |
| She stamped " Evidence" in red all over everything I do |